I think you’re one of two things in this life. and ironically, you’ll probably be both a million different times— but never at the same time. you are either a settler. or a fighter. that’s it. one or the other. and we see-saw and flip-flop back and forth depending on what life throws at us. i think we all settle for some things in life— we have to. and for the record, i think settling is different than acceptance. settling is what we do when we unintentionally take what we’re given. when we stand back and let the world push us. when we become the passenger. and in so many specific circumstances, settling is not bad. but darling— when the grand sum of your life tips the scale on settling, that’s when you know it’s time to change. and become a fighter. a fighter. someone who sees all the complexities and intricacies and chaos of this life and chooses to— strategically— squeeze something better from it. someone who stands up for who they are and who they want to be. to love. someone who has a voice and knows how to use it. who doesn’t accept hearts who treat them less than they deserve. who is kind— but won’t be walked on. a fighter. so yes, you’ll settle for some things and you’ll fight for some things. but darling— fight more than you settle. be laser-focused on what you want and how you get there. let life push you. but push back. harder. be the girl who accepts it is winter— and then looks for rainbows in the snowflakes. ♥ // january theme: lets just call you #thegamechanger // #liveinthedetails#emmagrace#emmagraceauthor#thecaptionwriter#writerscommunity#writersofinstagram#writersofig#writer#soul#inspire#author#lifestories#couragetorise

Hey, darling? i know that’s hard to read. harder to accept. but i promise you what you’re really going to regret— above and beyond not traveling and going skydiving and everything else on your bucket list— is the time you missed out on. the time you spent focused on all the things and people who didn’t deserve it. the worries you took home from work and the time you spent longing for a heart that wasn’t longing for you and didn’t deserve you anyway. you’re going to miss the time you lived so far away— didn’t call— or the holidays you decided you were too busy to make the trip home. we fill our lives with so many things— and the world shouts more of this and more of that constantly. but all around you, sweet soul, time ticks on. people get older. and our time on this earth is finite. i know we all look back and wish. and i also know we’re all really busy and caught up in our hopes and dreams of today. all i’m saying is don’t forget about time. don’t let it pass without thinking about where you’re living or why you’re not talking to someone or why— yes, why— you’re still in that relationship with someone that makes you unhappy. there’s never going to be a right time or a good time to change your life. and if you wait, you’ll always be waiting. so take this one, sweet soul— and flip it around. use your time on you. and the ones who matter to your heart. everything else? well, darling, that’s just everything else. ♥ // january theme: lets just call you #thegamechanger // #liveinthedetails#emmagrace#emmagraceauthor#thecaptionwriter#writerscommunity#writersofinstagram#writersofig#writer#soul#inspire#author#lifestories#couragetorise

How come from “skate” change to “trash pack” (jhope made up that word himself) and when it comes to jimin, it’s became “centipede lost his energy”😂😂 (i’m the one who’s losing energy here due to excessive laughter). j-hope and jimin even had conversation when they can’t even hear anything 😆😆. the writer who did translation and caption for the video was super hilarious (i wish i could’ve meet him/her one day and learn how to write such a creative caption).
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when she squeezed her eyes closed in the darkness and wished, she never wished for normal. she didn’t want regular and just alright and good enough. no. when she closed her eyes and she wished, she wished for everything. she wanted the kind of love that spanned time and geography and ran deeper and truer than the greatest writers have ever written about. she wanted the kind of life that filled her with hope and excitement and potential. that took her on amazing and unexpected adventures— that showed her how little she can plan her life. and how little she wants to be able to. yes. when that girl closed her eyes and she wished, she wished for wild. the kind of life— the kind of love— the kind of memories— that made a life she could never have known she always wanted. so i guess you could say this. that heart of hers was too wild— far too wild— to be loved by anything less than absolutely everything. ♥ // february 2018: things don’t get better, darling. you do. #thisistheyearwemakeit —————————————————————————————— pre-orders for my first book, courage to rise, begin in march 2018. limited edition autographed copies available may 2018. world-wide release 12.18.18. ♥ emma grace——————————————————————————————

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someone recently asked me if i have any regrets. and it got me thinking about the chances we take— the people we believe in— the hearts we love. it got me thinking about the million ways we plan our lives and the million ways our lives surprise us. i had— i have— a plan for my life. i work towards what i want everyday. i mark things on a real calendar and that great imaginary timeline we all measure ourselves by. i sometimes (even though it’s hard to admit) compare my journey to others. and i beat myself up a little when i feel behind of where i always told myself i should be. but you know, these last few years have changed me in a way i never knew i always needed to be changed. i went through hell. i lost things. i let my heart be loved— and broken— and every painful piece in between. but when i look back over the hardest few years of my life, i honestly wouldn’t change one single piece. because those hard things are what made me. made— this— me. the one who knows who i am and what i want and what i will and won’t accept. the me who is sure of what i’m chasing and what i’ll slow down for. i think of it now as a foundation. one brick at a time, we layer our lives, hoping we’re doing it right and learning as we go. and one day, we’re going to live our lives on that foundation— complete with the bricks we didn’t lay perfectly but built other layers on anyway. and i guess what i have come to believe is you can’t take one piece out of the bottom and expect that the life you’ve built on top of it would stand. we learn. we adjust. we have to strengthen some pieces to compensate for earlier weakness. so yes— i think i can honestly say i have no regrets. i mean, sure— i have things i wish i’d done differently. but not things i’d actually go back and change. darling, the longest road you’ll ever walk is the one to your very own heart. trust the journey. trust it.♥ // february 2018: things don’t get better, darling. you do. #thisistheyearwemakeit —————————————————————————————— pre-orders for my first book, courage to rise, begin in march 2018. limited edition autographed copies available may 2018. world-wide release 12.18.

When she squeezed her eyes closed in the darkness and wished, she never wished for normal. she didn’t want regular and just alright and good enough. no. when she closed her eyes and she wished, she wished for everything. she wanted the kind of love that spanned time and geography and ran deeper and truer than the greatest writers have ever written about. she wanted the kind of life that filled her with hope and excitement and potential. that took her on amazing and unexpected adventures— that showed her how little she can plan her life. and how little she wants to be able to. yes. when that girl closed her eyes and she wished, she wished for wild. the kind of life— the kind of love— the kind of memories— that made a life she could never have known she always wanted. so i guess you could say this. that heart of hers was too wild— far too wild— to be loved by anything less than absolutely everything. ♥ // february 2018: things don’t get better, darling. you do. #thisistheyearwemakeit —————————————————————————————— pre-orders for my first book, courage to rise, begin in march 2018. limited edition autographed copies available may 2018. world-wide release 12.18.18. ♥ emma grace——————————————————————————————

Someone recently asked me if i have any regrets. and it got me thinking about the chances we take— the people we believe in— the hearts we love. it got me thinking about the million ways we plan our lives and the million ways our lives surprise us. i had— i have— a plan for my life. i work towards what i want everyday. i mark things on a real calendar and that great imaginary timeline we all measure ourselves by. i sometimes (even though it’s hard to admit) compare my journey to others. and i beat myself up a little when i feel behind of where i always told myself i should be. but you know, these last few years have changed me in a way i never knew i always needed to be changed. i went through hell. i lost things. i let my heart be loved— and broken— and every painful piece in between. but when i look back over the hardest few years of my life, i honestly wouldn’t change one single piece. because those hard things are what made me. made— this— me. the one who knows who i am and what i want and what i will and won’t accept. the me who is sure of what i’m chasing and what i’ll slow down for. i think of it now as a foundation. one brick at a time, we layer our lives, hoping we’re doing it right and learning as we go. and one day, we’re going to live our lives on that foundation— complete with the bricks we didn’t lay perfectly but built other layers on anyway. and i guess what i have come to believe is you can’t take one piece out of the bottom and expect that the life you’ve built on top of it would stand. we learn. we adjust. we have to strengthen some pieces to compensate for earlier weakness. so yes— i think i can honestly say i have no regrets. i mean, sure— i have things i wish i’d done differently. but not things i’d actually go back and change. darling, the longest road you’ll ever walk is the one to your very own heart. trust the journey. trust it.♥ // february 2018: things don’t get better, darling. you do. #thisistheyearwemakeit —————————————————————————————— pre-orders for my first book, courage to rise, begin in march 2018. limited edition autographed copies available may 2018. world-wide release 12.18.18. ♥ emma grace————————————————————————————

Moses, the man who found my husband’s rolex watch and returned it. moses came to italy from senegal on a leaky boat 14 years ago. before the huge numbers that brave death by drowning in today’s mediterranean crossings. he stands in front of my local supermarket, selling lighters, tissues, socks, cheap tablecloths – anything that people might pause over and buy. he helps the elderly with their trolleys, unloads their bags into their cars. he directs people to empty parking spots. all for a few euro a day. he is not alone. there are thousands of refugees in florence from senegal, syria, eritrea, libya. too many african countries to name. many of them sell cheap household goods off trays around their necks or in front of cafes. last year, my husband was throwing out a stack of unused winter clothes, among them a nice warm leather jacket. we thought moses and his friends might be able to use them.
three days later, upon returning to the supermarket, moses ran to me holding up a watch. it was my husband’s rolex. it had been lost for years. he had found it in the pocket of the leather jacket and wanted to make sure he returned it. it is worth a lot of money. i’d like to thank moses for his honesty and decency. for his sweet smile and his genuine desire to help. especially as the italian election looms next week and so many of the election platforms are built on anti-immigration and anti-refugee stances. ps: i will show moses this post, so i hope you give him an encouraging comment. thank you!
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Darling, just trust me when i say you’re going to get it wrong. ✨at least a few times— but probably more like hundreds—you are going to get it so beautifully wrong. you’re going love the ones you shouldn’t and not love the ones you probably should. ✨you’re going to wait for hearts that will never be in the same place as yours and you’re going to go all-in with someone who you don’t even realize isn’t looking in the same direction. you’re going to chase the ones who run from you and be less interested in the ones who are more interested in you. ✨you’re going to know exactly what you want— and have a type— and then fall in love with someone who isn’t either. you’re going to trust the ones who don’t deserve it and believe some really beautiful lies. darling, you are going to get it wrong. ✨you are. and that’s just because love isn’t something you can plan. or analyze. or perfect. it’s just something that you are. and the chemistry that happens between two hearts doesn’t come with a set of instructions. you just decide to love. or you don’t. you open your heart. ✨✨or you don’t. and so what that means is inevitably, along the way, you’re going to hurt. you’re going to break. sure. but you’re also going to grow. and learn. and darling, when you’re ready, you’re going to fill your life with the kind of love you have only dreamed of. maybe you find that love when you’re fifteen. or maybe— maybe it comes way down the road after so many things have happened that you almost gave up. don’t. never give up. there are a lot of things we chase in this life— a lot of things that we are. and darling, we need all those other things for a good, well-rounded life. but love? love is the glue that sticks all the pieces of our lives together. and creates the masterpiece. ♥ ✨emma // february 2018: things don’t get better, darling. you do. #thisistheyearwemakeit // #liveinthedetails#emmagrace#emmagraceauthor#thecaptionwriter#writerscommunity#writersofinstagram#writersofig#writer#soul#inspire#author#lifestories#couragetorise#thelifeletters ✨✨

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Maybe if i was raised in a home where love was practiced instead of yelling, things would have worked out. but the walls were broken and doors were slammed so hard that the foundation cracked. maybe if my father stayed and my mother was kinder i could have learned to love, but i’ve been taught that love is screaming from different sides of the hallway and throwing furniture and shattering glass. and i’ve been taught that love is punishment and nail-biting and crying so hard you can’t breathe. i’ve been taught the only way to get someone to love you is for them to f**k you, but love and s*x are not the same thing and love is not synonymous with family and love is not attacking each other with words or tears or insecurities. love is not anger, love is not fighting until 5 in the morning when you have to be up at 6, love is not locking yourself in the bathroom so you can get away from the screaming for 3 minutes.
-everything is broken and i still don’t know what love is
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#repost@liveinthedetails
i try to live my life in such a way that when i look back, i am happy. and while what makes me happy has changed constantly throughout my life, one thing has remained completely unchanged. i know that i am lucky. i do. not because i am everything or have everything. not because my life is perfect and my journey is easy. no— i am lucky simply because i have a heart that leads me and feet that carry me. i have air in my lungs and passion— crazy passion— for what i do. and with that, i guess i pretty much have everything. everything— including the ability to change this crazy old world for the better. i have the power to start some ripples— to light a spark— even if my ripples are on instagram. in words. that you read on a phone halfway across the world. i am lucky because i am living a life that i am learning to love. in a body i am learning to love. with a heart that is learning to love. so you know what i’m going to do with that kind of luck? pay it forward. i wake up every morning— no matter how i feel or what is happening— and i write for you. and for me. and i pray— i hope— that one day, i can look back and say that this world was a little better because of me. and that someone was stronger because of me. and maybe— maybe— that someone’s life— was better because my words found a way into their heart. so that’s what i hope. for ripples. #payitforward ♥ // february 2018: things don’t get better, darling. you do. #thisistheyearwemakeit —————————————————————————————- pre-orders for my first book, courage to rise, begin in march 2018. limited edition autographed copies available may 2018. world-wide release 12.18.18. ♥ emma grace—————————————————————————————-

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you didn’t even see her, did you? you looked right past that girl with the wide eyes and the gentle smile. she was quiet— she hid herself well in the chaos of everybody else. but that girl was anything but everybody else. behind those wide eyes she was chasing a dream with a ferocity and passion you probably wouldn’t even be able to explain in words. this dream grew in her when she wasn’t even old enough to understand what it meant. until she did. and then that girl worked and worked and worked. she put her heart and her soul into that dream. she heard the no and the you-aren’t-good-enough. she heard the most-people-don’t-make-it and the maybe-you-should-try-something-else. she heard. but she didn’t listen. she couldn’t blame those other hearts. they just didn’t get it. they couldn’t possibly understand how deep this dream ran within her. how intertwined it was into the very fibers of who she was. so they missed it. they missed when that quiet girl with the kind heart stepped out from the crowd and walked right up onto the d**n stage. onto a stage she had worked for. a stage that was ready for her. and all those eyes who had never seen her all of a sudden did. for the first time, they were focused just on her. and they saw what she did— what she always had. the world was ready for her now— but it hadn’t always been. i guess that’s just what happens in the story of a girl with a big dream. that stays focused. that won’t be broken. that finds a way to yes. so here’s her story: she made it. the end. ♥ // february 2018: things don’t get better, darling. you do. #thisistheyearwemakeit ———————————————————————————————-pre-orders for my first book, courage to rise, begin in march 2018. limited edition autographed copies available may 2018. world-wide release 12.18.18. ♥ emma grace———————————————————————————————

I try to live my life in such a way that when i look back, i am happy. and while what makes me happy has changed constantly throughout my life, one thing has remained completely unchanged. i know that i am lucky. i do. not because i am everything or have everything. not because my life is perfect and my journey is easy. no— i am lucky simply because i have a heart that leads me and feet that carry me. i have air in my lungs and passion— crazy passion— for what i do. and with that, i guess i pretty much have everything. everything— including the ability to change this crazy old world for the better. i have the power to start some ripples— to light a spark— even if my ripples are on instagram. in words. that you read on a phone halfway across the world. i am lucky because i am living a life that i am learning to love. in a body i am learning to love. with a heart that is learning to love. so you know what i’m going to do with that kind of luck? pay it forward. i wake up every morning— no matter how i feel or what is happening— and i write for you. and for me. and i pray— i hope— that one day, i can look back and say that this world was a little better because of me. and that someone was stronger because of me. and maybe— maybe— that someone’s life— was better because my words found a way into their heart. so that’s what i hope. for ripples. #payitforward ♥ // february 2018: things don’t get better, darling. you do. #thisistheyearwemakeit —————————————————————————————- pre-orders for my first book, courage to rise, begin in march 2018. limited edition autographed copies available may 2018. world-wide release 12.18.18. ♥ emma grace—————————————————————————————-

You didn’t even see her, did you? you looked right past that girl with the wide eyes and the gentle smile. she was quiet— she hid herself well in the chaos of everybody else. but that girl was anything but everybody else. behind those wide eyes she was chasing a dream with a ferocity and passion you probably wouldn’t even be able to explain in words. this dream grew in her when she wasn’t even old enough to understand what it meant. until she did. and then that girl worked and worked and worked. she put her heart and her soul into that dream. she heard the no and the you-aren’t-good-enough. she heard the most-people-don’t-make-it and the maybe-you-should-try-something-else. she heard. but she didn’t listen. she couldn’t blame those other hearts. they just didn’t get it. they couldn’t possibly understand how deep this dream ran within her. how intertwined it was into the very fibers of who she was. so they missed it. they missed when that quiet girl with the kind heart stepped out from the crowd and walked right up onto the d**n stage. onto a stage she had worked for. a stage that was ready for her. and all those eyes who had never seen her all of a sudden did. for the first time, they were focused just on her. and they saw what she did— what she always had. the world was ready for her now— but it hadn’t always been. i guess that’s just what happens in the story of a girl with a big dream. that stays focused. that won’t be broken. that finds a way to yes. so here’s her story: she made it. the end. ♥ // february 2018: things don’t get better, darling. you do. #thisistheyearwemakeit ———————————————————————————————-pre-orders for my first book, courage to rise, begin in march 2018. limited edition autographed copies available may 2018. world-wide release 12.18.18. ♥ emma grace———————————————————————————————

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unexpected. that is what this life is. and you know, for as good at i think i am at planning and organizing mine— at analyzing and thinking and controlling it— it never ceases to amaze me. never. the surprises. when i think things are impossible, i find out they aren’t. when i think i have all the answers, i find out i have so much more to learn. the hearts i thought would walk beside mine for a lifetime end up being just seasons— and the most unexpected things grow from the most unexpected places. they do. things grow in my life from places i never knew they could grow from. accidents. heartbreak. the darkest, hardest chapters. laughter. pain. waiting. yes, sweet souls— life lets just about anything grow just about anywhere. so i guess all i want to say— what i want you to know— is it’s ok to hurt. it’s ok to be sitting at the edge of the world looking out at everyone else and feeling alone. it’s ok to have some times when you think it’s not going to be ok and things won’t work out. and darling, sure— let yourself question. let yourself be sad. let yourself miss what was. but when you do, promise me this. that some little part of you, even if it’s quiet, remembers what i’m telling you. you’re going to make it. you are. even through this. and that thing you’ve been wanting and waiting for? it’s coming. so don’t let tomorrow be the drain— the ones that swirls away all the joy for today just because you don’t see the big picture yet. uncertainty isn’t scary. its magical. it is. because tomorrow— tomorrow— absolutely everything could be different. and, well— that changes everything, now doesn’t it? ♥ emma // february 2018: things don’t get better, darling. you do. #thisistheyearwemakeit // #liveinthedetails#emmagrace#emmagraceauthor#thecaptionwriter#writerscommunity#writersofinstagram#writersofig#writer#soul#inspire#author#lifestories#couragetorise#thelifeletters

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